Not Just A Travel Blog.

With my hair in the wind and my hands around her waist, my money worries soon subsided. It’s funny how a motorbike ride can put things into perspective… While staying in Luang Prabang, Laos, I lost my purse. It was my first ever time travelling solo and my first ever time in Asia, too. I…

‘And then’ he said, ‘we have snake’. I swear I heard somebody gasp in horror at the back of the group in that moment, and the rest of us simply looked at each other as if to say ‘shit, did he really just say we’re going to eat snake?’. In our shared, silent shock, he…

I’ve been struggling to write – or do anything – lately, so I thought I’d pick up a pencil instead. I’m no artist, I know, but I’ve always found drawing relaxing, ever since I was a little girl, so why not? This is a boy I captured with my Canon camera in Laos, close by…

“I felt honoured to play with him, you know? I’d get goosebumps all down my arms, just listening to him play his guitar. He had a real talent, like no one I’d ever heard before, and I hoped he’d come back, you know? There’s not much to do here, and the locals don’t really take…

It’s time I wrote something. It’s just gone past 11 o’clock, and although my phone’s alarm will blaze through my dreams in less than 7 hours and I’ll feel a blistering sense of regret as I tap the ‘snooze’ button, I’m going to write anyway. This is what coffee was invented for, no? Is It…

I said I’d write about Bangkok Flower Market in a post I published back in January. It might be March now, but I’ve never been one to break a promise, even if it does come with endless apologies for being late. I’ve never really learnt the art of being early, come to think of it….

Gulping down the last of my English Breakfast tea, I scoop up my bag from the tiled floor and head out to meet my driver and guide for the day. He checks that I have my passport (required as we’re venturing close to the border today) and I hop in. Already seated inside the minivan…

There’s a childlike excitement in his eyes I regrettably never anticipated; they flitter erratically – anxiously consuming every detail of the metal box before it’s snatched away. In the brief, eternal moment, I’m choked by the brutal unfairness of it all. I knew it before, but it has never looked at me expectingly in the…

The afternoon before I had been lost in Chiang Mai, stumbling over a rock on a dusty pavement as I looked skywards for a street sign, my feet already blistered from walking so far. I’d been advised before leaving for my trip not to appear lost, even if I was, as this would make me…

It’s hard trying to find the time to write whilst travelling. Since I want to make the most of every moment I’m in Southeast Asia, I know I’d regret it if I spent hours every day in my hotel room writing. That’s not to say I’m not writing, but I’m doing it old-style with a…

Have you ever felt ecstatic that you’re still alive? As I write, my heart is beating hard against my chest and my palms are sweaty; I am alive! Only a couple of hours ago I was sipping a mug of coffee and devouring a chocolate brownie whilst listening to Debussy’s Clair de Lune, completely chill…

Wandering around Bangkok by night for the very first time, I’m surprisingly calm. Aside from my unwillingness to venture out into the city’s hectic roads by foot (when you see an opening, don’t hesitate!), I can’t quite believe I’m here. Just less than thirty-six hours ago I was so anxious about travelling solo I was…